☰ Low Gravity Charms ★ (SNEAK PEAK: From 13 Wicked Tales Of Witches)




















I sat on my bed after meditating, and looked out upon the vast expanse of space. Stars, planets, moons and galaxies all just on the other side of the glass, to be enjoyed by human eyes.

Even though the ship I was on, The Sentient, was moving  indescribably fast, it felt like we were sitting still; floating in our little tin can, aimlessly meandering about the universe.

But we weren’t.
We had a destination.
And I had a job to do.

“Computer, what’s the time?” My voice sounded muffled in my small quarters, but over the months, I’d gotten used to it.
The computer answered immediately. “It is 6:42 a.m., Central Time on Earth.” 

“Thank you.” I told the feminine android voice. No matter how many times I reminded myself that AYN was just a computer program, I couldn’t just boss her about without vocalizing my appreciation. 

It just didn’t seem proper.

“You're welcome, Maxwell. Is there anything you need?” she asked.

Anything. You. Need. That was where she got her name. I suppose the programmers thought they were being humorous. 
“No, AYN, that’s all.”

I got up and stretched. I felt invigorated, like I’d absorbed enough power during my meditation to shot put a car back on Earth. Meditation was a staple when you were a Warlock (I prefer the term Medicine Man, but call me what you will). 

It was something we must do, like eating or breathing. If I was unable to meditate, this vessel would surely experience loss of life.
The year being 3117 A.D., humans had made their mark beyond Earth. In our explorations, we’d learned a lot of things. 

We found out the hard way that our Mother Earth was a baby. The things we call ‘supernatural’ that happen on our home world are child’s play compared to what can happen out here. The things that live out in the vacuum that science can’t explain are stronger than anything on Earth.

Nowadays, no ship leaves port with out some type of shaman, Medicine Man, Witch or Warlock on board for their protection. 
Magic is the only thing that works on these creatures out here.

No one really knows what they are.

They're huge, too big to be seen unless from a very long distance, but from what I’ve heard, they look like devils. 

Demons, maybe.
My theory is, the Titans had offspring; and eons ago, their numbers were few, but over time and unchecked breeding, they were many now. And they’re hungry.

And bored.
So travel is dangerous. 
That’s why I’m here. To make travel in space safer for The Sentient and its passengers. To keep us invisible in the eyes of the beasts outside.

Low gravity charms have to be restored and recharged everyday, that duty was mine alone. It’s also my responsibility to keep up with the health and well being of the passengers. For example, there’s one woman on board this trip who’s pregnant. Modern medicine has come a long way, but not far enough to perfect low gravity birth. I’ve constructed a charm to keep she and her baby safe until we get to Royus, three months from now.

Deep space has a strange effect on humans. It’s easy to go crazy out here for regular folk, but not me. Surprisingly, I feel right at home.
I grab all the power I can take in from the celestial bodies that surround us, and I don’t have to share that power with the Mother (Earth), because she’s not here. 

It’s kind of nice.
I got dressed and made my way to the bridge to report to the Captain. He liked a report every morning, and so did I, for that matter. 

He stood next to his seat, gazing out the large window, much like I had been doing only a few minutes earlier. I walked up to him and saluted him just as he took a sip of coffee.

“Captain Sherwitz, Maxwell Proffer, reporting, sir.”
“At ease.” He said. His mustache twitched. He kept his gaze out the window. “I’ve a bad feeling about this day, Max.” He told me.
“A beast?”
“Maybe. Maybe something else.”
Anyone other than me might have said something to the effect of ‘what else is there, if not a beast?’, but I already knew the answer to that question. My line of work demanded my eyes stay wide open to all of the metaphysical and mystical dangers that lurked in the dark corners of space.

I had to keep my soul charged and my mind sharp.  If I didn't,  I'd endanger everyone on board. 
These people depended on me. 

“An anomaly has surfaced. We can't go around it.” the captain said. His words were soft and only for my ears. “It's too big.” he added. 
“A beast then…” It came out as a half-hearted affirmation. 

“No. Not quite.” He stepped away from the window and motioned for me to follow him. We left the bridge and made our way down a long, wide hallway that was bustling with technicians and crew members. When we turned down one of the less traveled side hallways, the captain finally saw fit to explain himself a little more.
“It’s magic.”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The anomaly.” He made a point to look me in the eyes. “The anomaly is pure magic.” He whispered the words out in a half panicked hiss. It’s quite unsettling to see the captain of the vessel you're on shake with terror.

His eyes were wide, a vein protruded from the top of his forehead and his coffee shook in its mug. “What does this mean for The Sentient? For the passengers? The crew?”

I shot out a hand and willed a bit of calming energy into Captain Sherwitz as I patted the sleeve of his uniform. He sighed, his muscles visibly unclenched. 

“It means I must get to work.”
The Captain nodded. “What can I do?”
“Tell no one of the anomaly. The last thing we need is a horde of frightened passengers running around worrying about something they can’t change.”

“You're right, Max. There will be no panic.” As if sensing what I was about to say, the captain added: “We can’t turn around. We must get to Royus as soon as possible, and fuel is an issue. Even if we were to double back, we’d never make it to the outpost.”

“I understand.” I paused, forced reassurance into my voice and said: “You just worry about the ship, I’ll worry about the metaphysical.” 

And with that, I excused myself as calmly as I could and rushed back to my quarters to panic in privacy.

***

“AYN, how far are we from the anomaly?” I asked the computer.
“At our current speed, The Sentient should reach the anomaly in less than forty-five minutes.”

I had forty-five minutes to reinforce all the wards and low gravity charms I had going on the ship. I didn’t really have enough time, but if I hurried, I might only be a few charms behind when we got there. Most charms holding out against whatever we had to travel through was better than no charms.

I left my quarters and worked my way from one end of the ship to the other, charging charms as I went.

The thing with low gravity charms is that, unlike charms made on Earth, you have to anchor them to yourself. All magic on Earth is anchored to the Mother herself, because she is the absolute. The greatest power around. In space, on this ship, I become the anchor for any magic being used. That’s why I have to meditate. 

To recharge.

But I wouldn't get that chance again today. My time was up. 
The ship started to rumble and shake just as I threw my ebbing energy into the last charm. I was getting weaker by the second, but at least the charms were strong.

If it came down to a battle against the anomaly and I, I would surely lose (if it got past my wards). The chances of the anomaly getting past my wards were pretty high, because, let’s face it, I was just one man in the face of a giant cloud of magic in space. Once the cloud of magic encapsulated the entire ship, I would be trapped inside, more at risk than any other on board.

I really couldn’t get behind those odds.

People started yelling and screaming as the ship lurched left then right. I was in the hallway near the cafeteria. The plants that decorated the hall, (to make deep space feel more like Earth), tipped over and potting soil was thrown across the pristine white floors. I heard kids crying and women shrieking. Red lights flashed and alarms went off. Buzzers buzzed and the captain’s voice echoed over the intercom, a prerecorded message.

“This is Captain Sherwitz. We are experiencing a form of deep space turbulence due to radiation being emitted from a nearby planet. Please stay calm, as the turbulence will pass very shortly.”
The message repeated itself over and over.

Dizziness washed over me, but not from the ship’s inability to correct our gravity. My vertigo was from something else. 

I was being attacked. The cloud of magic probed me mercilessly. It invaded my thoughts, my emotions, my sense of self. 

Black motes from the cloud phased into the ship. They transcended the hull and ignored physical boundaries. They headed straight for me. 

When the magic reached me, my feet lifted off the tiled floor of The Sentient, and hovered in the air along with the rest of my body. People screamed as they looked on at a man floating in the air, despite the gravity servers working to keep everyone else glued to the floor.

As vicious motes of magic attacked me, I saw things no one was ever meant to see. I saw my mother give birth to me. Felt her fear and her shame that I was a boy and a Warlock. I saw the veil I’d been born with, the one that covered my newborn face. The one my mother neglected to move away from my nose and mouth, hoping I’d suffocate.

I saw myself grow up with magic. 

Things I already knew floated across my mind’s eye like a movie. Other things I was seeing for the first time. Like the look of pure enjoyment in my eyes when I broke a man’s leg for kicking a dog. I’d used magic to punish the man. 

The type of magic being used is based solely on intent. If you intend to harm someone, like I did, then the magic becomes dark. 

Black.

I’ve done many dark things for good reasons, and as the cloud took its time going through every memory I’d ever made, I saw how much I’d enjoyed doing them. 

My skin started to feel tight. 

My body was too warm and I fought to break free of the magic, struggling harder. The tips of my fingers elongated. My feet grew and burned. My skin stretched and broke until I was no longer Maxwell Proffer.

That hallway became too small to contain me and my size forced it apart as the cloud rushed inside my body and made me grow. I could hear steel groaning to accommodate me and when accommodation was no longer possible, it broke apart completely. A million pieces of metal and plastic flung out into space at every angle. 

Horrified humans were jettisoned away from the wreckage, ripped apart from the inside. The air was forced out of their lungs, their blood floated in the blackness of the unending vacuum and then fizzled away into nothing.

All sound was lost. 

Everything they’d known was gone. There would be no Royus for them or for me. There would be nothing for anyone aboard The Sentient ever again. They were so small now, they only looked like dots to me, and I grew larger and larger until they looked like nothing.

I grew until the planets looked like marbles.
Until I could see the Others.
Others like me.

The Titans had offspring. 
Eons ago, our numbers were few, but over time our magic found others to inhabit, creating more and more of us. 

We are many now. 
And we are hungry.




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